The Four Seasons

"it was euphoric."

Somehow, the world seems to be a lot more different.

He figured perhaps because it's finally spring, where every little thing and detail appears to be reborn and renewed from the withering dullness of winter. Feelings of elation grew right at his chest, catching the sight of a bud about to grow, along with the wafting scent of the blooming flowers filling his lungs. Birds are chirping together in variation of tones, creating a nearly melodic sound. The air entering his room was so fresh and clean as he opened the window wide. All of these simple daily things felt more apparent and almost tangible than the usual other days.

Yes, maybe it’s because spring has finally peeked through from the winter's trail.

Or probably, it is much more different today since this is the day he gets to see her again after the prolonged agony of being apart from each other.

That autumn night was definitely one of the worst nights of his life. He still can recall every detail of that intense fight they had right down the street. Her face etched with confusion and desperation burned into his brain. It was not his intention to make her cry, but for her to be conscious about the truth she has been ignoring the whole time, he had no choice but to play the villain.

Following that night was a full day's work; consisting of mountainous loads of paperworks to file, projects to finish, and exchanges of timid smiles between the two of them. It wasn't so on brand of them to do that; it surely wasn't their thing to act like mere acquaintances acting civil towards each other. But if it would help them to clear their mind from all the revelations, then so be it.

But sometimes, he feels as if it was just futile and helpless. Instead of clearing things up and putting them back the way it used to be, he felt an undercurrent shift—unseen yet sensed nevertheless. It was causing a rift; the rift continuing to be teared apart almost resembling closer and closer to a gaping hole for everyone to see.
 

What's their problem really anyway? He was certain he doesn't hold a torch for his friend. He swears to God (if there is anyone out there) that it’s completely platonic on his side, and he would never dare to cross the other side, assuming that there's even one to cross to.
 

But then, he does not have the full scope of her thought and emotional process. She was confused, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she may have feelings for him.
 

It was his turn to be more bewildered and vexed. He wanted stable, but the boat has been rocked and he is on the verge of toppling down.
 

He put a halt to that train of thought. It wasn't worth it to muddle his thoughts and overthink for the worst case scenarios. He just wants to see his friend today.
 

The events that followed that confrontation was suffice to say, a little bit rough. They had not talked for three days until he decided enough is enough and sorted matters between them himself.
 

They stood there alone in the copy room, facing each other, but not catching each other's eyes. He toughened it up and called her name, her name that somehow became foreign rolling of his tongue.
 

He touched her hand for the first time in what seems to be a long time. She looked up, the guilt reflecting in her eyes. However, there was also a hint of relief written all over her face.
 

“Oh my Lord I thought there was gonna be a spark.” Those were the first words she uttered to him after the lengthy silence between the two of them. They smiled at each other and gave in the urge: he finally enveloped her in his arms and she squeezed back, letting go of the misery they have been holding on for days. And he knew they were already okay.
 

Still, she decided to move away. Not really far away, but still a matter of distance. The company selected three employees—two copywriters and one advertising manager—to be transferred to the other branch from a city away. They needed more workforce there as of the moment, considering that they bagged a highly important, famous client.